He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, “You want this load in your cunt, Mommy cum-bucket?”
“I have three buckets for you, Master,” I moaned, “each eagerly wanting to be lubricated.”
“Here it comes, Mommy-slut,” he grunted, and deposited his second load, in my second hole so far.
“Two down, one to go,” I moaned, as I milked his cock for all his sweet cum.
“In round one,” he said, as he kept spewing his seed deep inside me.
Pulling out, he said, “Let’s go refuel, before we continue the marathon.”
“Yes, Master,” I said, suddenly hungry.
I followed him in, even as I felt his cum leaking out of me. I said, “Christ, you come buckets.”
“That’s why I need so many holes to fill,” he shrugged, as he opened the food.
We ate in silence as we watched the news. Me only in thigh highs and my blouse.
Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.
“This,” he began, with a smile, “is my biggest fantasy ever,”
“A foot job from Mommy?” I asked, looking demure.
“A stocking foot job from Mommy,” he corrected.
“You really are your father’s son,” I smiled, as I tried to wake up my son’s cock.
“That I seem to be,” he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to tease him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilet (the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting).
I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once hard, I moved my feet so I could give him a foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very wide open pussy or my son to stare at.
“This is literally the hottest thing ever,” he groaned.
“What, the foot job or my gaping pussy?” I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.
“Both,” he said, as he put his hands on my feet and started masturbating himself using my nylon-clad soles.
“Your cock looks so hot wrapped in my feet,” I purred.
“My cock looks great in your mouth, and pussy too,” he added.
“Not my ass?” I questioned with a pout.
“I haven’t seen that yet,” he pointed out.
“Well, maybe you should fuck your Mommy’s asshole,” I suggested, talking dirty.
“I don’t know,” he joked. “This is feeling pretty good.”
“Fuck Mommy’s tight shit hole now,” I demanded.
“Fine,” he sighed, all dramatically, “If I have to.”
“You do,” I said.
“But you are doing all the work,” he said.
“Sounds like usual,” I smirked, as he let go of my feet.
I grabbed the lube I had left near the television stand and asked, “How do you want me?”
“Riding my cock,” he answered.
“Oh, I see,” I smiled, “you really meant I would be doing all the work.”
“Yep,” he nodded, as I came to him and poured lube all over his hard cock.
“Such a dirty boy,” I purred, as I stroked his lubed cock.
“Such a dirty slut,” he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lube on my ass cheeks. He then slid a finger inside my ass.